-Still have to think of details of the the character's past for the interview and a name
-Working on second interview and then going to go on from where the beginning left off
Here I am, all alone no friends, just me by myself looking at the clock waiting for eight o'clock. It's just how that Brother IZ song goes: starting all over again is going to be tough. To me it's sorta frustrating how the clock never seems to like you and goes slow when you want something to be over and fast when you don't want it to. As I look around everyone around me, people are talking about what they did over the summer, listening to their ipods or just talking to friends. Friends, I had those before in my previous life. Even though it seemed to be years ago before it happened I decided to reminisce of how I ended up here….
In my previous life I was like any other kid, I had friends, I didn't like homework, and I couldn't wait till summer. It was probably a month or two before the end of school it happened. During that year for some odd reason, my grades were a lot higher than usual, so my parents decided to make me take some SSAT to see what schools I qualify for…man, I always hated those things! You basically spend half a day in a room answering questions in this uncomfortably quite room, get a 5 minute break, then spend another couple hours answering more questions. To me it was the perfect way to waste a good Saturday. I know all of this is because I took these before many times in some kind of attempt to get into good schools. No matter how many times I took these, out of all the times I took I made into a pretty good school only once. When I finally finished taking the test for the billionth time, I had to do interviews the very next week. I never did mind doing these things because you got to talk to someone; instead of hours of silence it was hours of talking (much better).
On my way to the first interview I gave some thought to what the interview was going to be like. This interview should've liked any other interview I did; the proctor would ask me questions about my hobbies and interest and why I wanted to join them. Then they might give me the tour and ask what I thought of the place, I would say it's good, and then I would be on my merry way. But no, this one had to be different. As I walked in I remembered having to watch this presentation about how great they were and why I should join them. The room was nice though; it kind of looked like a mini Kahala theater. After the presentation was over, I had to walk into a room, which a proctor was waiting in. The room had this natural light feeling to it and it was pretty tall with big windows at the top. As I walked in the proctor welcomed me and offered me a seat across form him on a desk. "Hello, my name is Mr. Dawkins, you must be _."
"Yeah" I said as I sat down.
(Put in more details of interview)
Jotting down the last few words in his notebook Mr. Dawkins stood up and said, "Ok that’s it for the questions, come with me and we will take a tour." As we were walking around he pointed out various buildings and what I would be doing in each of them. He pointed to a two-story building with a red strip going down it diagonally and said, "These are where the labs are." Then he pointed to a dome like building and said, "and there is the recreation room."
Finally, after viewing every nook and cranny of the place, we started heading back to the room. What I didn't know was that there was going to be a surprise waiting for me. As started walking back, my proctor stopped at the door and said, "We are now finished, but one more question before I leave, do you remember my name?"
Right then I drew a huge blank in my head. "Man, I am always horrible with names." I thought to myself as looked into his eyes. My mind was racing to try to remember it. From the moment I entered the room till now I tried to remember it all. Still I drew nothing. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." I answered weakly.
"It's Dawkins," he said with this sorta kind of grin on his face.
"Oh, sorry about that." I said as I turned away.
Well, a few weeks later they called and said I didn't make the cut, probably because I forgot the guy's name or something.
Comment: Perhaps you could watch your spelling and grammar- type it in a word document and then paste it in, maybe?
It would also be nice if you elaborated a bit on your character descriptions- what does Dawkins look like? Does he have a mustache?
-Working on second interview and then going to go on from where the beginning left off
Here I am, all alone no friends, just me by myself looking at the clock waiting for eight o'clock. It's just how that Brother IZ song goes: starting all over again is going to be tough. To me it's sorta frustrating how the clock never seems to like you and goes slow when you want something to be over and fast when you don't want it to. As I look around everyone around me, people are talking about what they did over the summer, listening to their ipods or just talking to friends. Friends, I had those before in my previous life. Even though it seemed to be years ago before it happened I decided to reminisce of how I ended up here….
In my previous life I was like any other kid, I had friends, I didn't like homework, and I couldn't wait till summer. It was probably a month or two before the end of school it happened. During that year for some odd reason, my grades were a lot higher than usual, so my parents decided to make me take some SSAT to see what schools I qualify for…man, I always hated those things! You basically spend half a day in a room answering questions in this uncomfortably quite room, get a 5 minute break, then spend another couple hours answering more questions. To me it was the perfect way to waste a good Saturday. I know all of this is because I took these before many times in some kind of attempt to get into good schools. No matter how many times I took these, out of all the times I took I made into a pretty good school only once. When I finally finished taking the test for the billionth time, I had to do interviews the very next week. I never did mind doing these things because you got to talk to someone; instead of hours of silence it was hours of talking (much better).
On my way to the first interview I gave some thought to what the interview was going to be like. This interview should've liked any other interview I did; the proctor would ask me questions about my hobbies and interest and why I wanted to join them. Then they might give me the tour and ask what I thought of the place, I would say it's good, and then I would be on my merry way. But no, this one had to be different. As I walked in I remembered having to watch this presentation about how great they were and why I should join them. The room was nice though; it kind of looked like a mini Kahala theater. After the presentation was over, I had to walk into a room, which a proctor was waiting in. The room had this natural light feeling to it and it was pretty tall with big windows at the top. As I walked in the proctor welcomed me and offered me a seat across form him on a desk. "Hello, my name is Mr. Dawkins, you must be _."
"Yeah" I said as I sat down.
(Put in more details of interview)
Jotting down the last few words in his notebook Mr. Dawkins stood up and said, "Ok that’s it for the questions, come with me and we will take a tour." As we were walking around he pointed out various buildings and what I would be doing in each of them. He pointed to a two-story building with a red strip going down it diagonally and said, "These are where the labs are." Then he pointed to a dome like building and said, "and there is the recreation room."
Finally, after viewing every nook and cranny of the place, we started heading back to the room. What I didn't know was that there was going to be a surprise waiting for me. As started walking back, my proctor stopped at the door and said, "We are now finished, but one more question before I leave, do you remember my name?"
Right then I drew a huge blank in my head. "Man, I am always horrible with names." I thought to myself as looked into his eyes. My mind was racing to try to remember it. From the moment I entered the room till now I tried to remember it all. Still I drew nothing. "Sorry, I guess I forgot." I answered weakly.
"It's Dawkins," he said with this sorta kind of grin on his face.
"Oh, sorry about that." I said as I turned away.
Well, a few weeks later they called and said I didn't make the cut, probably because I forgot the guy's name or something.
Comment: Perhaps you could watch your spelling and grammar- type it in a word document and then paste it in, maybe?
It would also be nice if you elaborated a bit on your character descriptions- what does Dawkins look like? Does he have a mustache?